The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1887-01-14

| SNaAAI'-hoASO aAd ACdlU VI SlOuS, Will
you compel me to rehearse the old
story OF Timon? Friends grown cold;
benefits forgotten! Bah! You know
it all. Only yesterday the owner Of the
| factory. John Jessup, once my fathers
pensioner. came to ME and tola me.
Alison Van Dant. that, as times were
hard, he would be obliged to cut down
his force of help, but, owing to the
intercession of Mr. Gillete-I did not
wait to hear the result. l commanded
him to be silent and walked out of the
place. How dare he insult me?"
Jessie turned away to conceal a
smile. But the laughter rippled through
her voice, as she exclaimed:
"Oh. Queenie, Queenie! can't i'm
agine how your regal air crushed poor
little Jcssup. Zenobia chained to the
| chariot wheels! But don't frown on
me, dear. l am happy to-day for your
| sake. y She stopped suddenly, colored,
| and gave herself little shake of re-
| proof. But Alison's glance had wan
dered afar through the gates to where
wooded hill sloped down to n noisy.
tumbling brook. Across the fanciful
rustic bridge a railroad stretched far
all her memories. came one of moon
light stroll under those trees, apassion-
ate voice whispering tender love words
into her willing ears. How quickly
the pain came back after the brief,
ecstatlc thrill of remembering. She
shrugged her shoulders at Jessie.
| you probably imagine yourself one
OF Hogarth's angels rejoicing over the
sorrows of men,"
| moi" replied Jessie, to herself.
angels keep their promises. and
came near breaking mine. Oh, if
only dared tell her. I mast say some
thing, or | shall explode" She pluck
ed a yellow-hearted daisy from the
grass at her feet, ahd commenced in
dustriously tearing it in pieces.
"Alison," she faltered, giving side
wise, bright look at the girl, ''Do-did
you ever hear from Howard Vance?"
Alison buried her pale face in her
hands.
"Hush!' she whispered, hoarsely.
| "He bade me good by to make a
journey OF one month. That was the
week before our trouble came. Since
| then he has been as one dead He is
false, like the rest.'
She hated herself for the love that
started into burning life at the mention
of his name. And all the while Jes-
sie's heart was singing: He is COM
ing. coming to restore you all you
have lost! Your fathers honorable
name, your old home. and, more than
all, your true lovers love" She clasp
ed both hands tightly over her breast,
as if to still the happy beating.
scold ooP''
A fiower-soft hand patted Alison's
cheek, and two grieved blue eyes look
ed baby pity into hers. Jessie saw
Alison start, and look long at the beau
tiful boy-a mass of golden curls es-
Gaping from a blue velvet cap, suit of
the same rich material setting off the
peachy complexion-a household idol,
dainty and sweet.
Flowers, murmured the baby,
soberly, evidently thinking that this
case needed extra comforting, and
opening a crumpled pink palm, he
dropped into Alison's lap three poor
violet heads, withered and damp from
their warm prison. There was time
when Alison Van Dant would have re-
ceivcd this expression of cherubic good
will with warm clasp and merry kiss,
but now she suddenly rose and pushed
the child from her with force that
made the dewy lips tremble and the
blue eyes fill with big. frightened
tears. Jessie testified her displeasure
by kneeling and with pretty caresses
winning back the sunshine
| eff iS throuph him I bava loct ,,,oro
than life --Ryall Gillette childr' cried
Alison, stormily.
| You have lost something fairer than
house and lands. Alison" said Jessie,
sorrowfully. Il remember girl who
was SO generous and loving. so
thoughtful of others in her high estate,
that the poor and unfortunate loved 70
call her My Lady Alison When
shall we see her again?'
"When my father ceases calling from
his grave for justice upon his murderer!
Ryall Gillette, the old man who trusted
his friends son calls to YOU to clear his
name from the reproach of your own
villiany. Take all my heritage, save
my father good name and will bless
yon!"
| The Young man. who loungcd down
the walk toward them. tossed his cigar
away nonchalantly. and held out his
arms to the child.
Come to papa. darling" And the
boy sprang gladly to his embrace ALI
son walked rapidly through the gates
out into the free, pure air. untainted by
the poison of the serpent's presence.
But Jessie placed herself directly III his
path.
'Heed her warning, sir, for your own
sake. Tomorrow will be too late!'
He paused an instant, startled in spite
of himself by the girls air of stern con-
viction; then, recovering himself, his
thin lips curled in cynical smile.
II really must inform the servants
that my grounds are not open to all the
factory-girls from the city-insane fac
tory girls in PARTICULARS He set the
child upon its feet, and sauntered slowly
away lighting another cigar as he
went.
Jessie watched him exultantly.
"What would you say, Sir Tartuffe,
if you knew the net of your weaving is
closing around yourself? | can't keep
the secret longer! l cannot!"
"And you need not!' responded a
manly voice, and from thicket near
by stepped young man, who graspcd
both her outstretchcd hands. his hand
some face glowing with happiness as
| her own.
She gave an irrepressible cry of de-
light.
Howard Vance! Here at last. Oh.
Alison, darling. how happy you will
bel"
He gazed eagerly through the gates
in the direction Alison had gone. He
remembered we'll the messy seat near
| the ruSti1 bridn, nj " hich his Laa.t